Aliens? Aliens? (Seeking Collection and Recommendation)

A red and blue figure appeared in the center of the pitch; it was Barca's other lethal forward, Griezmann.

The moment Li Mingyu made the interception, Griezmann sprinted forward at full speed.

He was shocked to discover that his off-the-ball movement was barely faster than Li Mingyu's speed while dribbling the ball.

Seeing that Li Mingyu had drawn the attention of three opposing defenders, he shouted urgently, preparing to receive a pass.

Griezmann's shout caused another center-back, who was preparing to close in, to hesitate for a split second.

The two defenders surrounding Li Mingyu also heightened their vigilance.

Li Mingyu glanced toward the center and realized Griezmann was indeed in a great position.

"He's going to pass!"

That single glance caused a shift in the mindset of the two defenders.

Li Mingyu keenly sensed that the defenders' pressing had lost its resolve, so he gritted his teeth, pushed the ball forward, and forced his way right through the gap between them.

Both defenders were tall and sturdy; Li Mingyu stood no chance of gaining an advantage against them physically.

The two defenders were long-time partners; seeing Li Mingyu's move, they immediately understood his intent and sneered, preparing to shoulder-check him together.

At most, this would be a blocking foul; if the referee was lenient, he wouldn't even pull out a yellow card.

Besides, they were still about ten meters from the penalty area in a wide position, so even a free kick wouldn't pose much of a threat.

Griezmann also saw Li Mingyu's actions, and a trace of annoyance flashed across his face.

Young man, you have no idea how high the sky is.

Pass the ball!

How can you be so stubborn in a situation like this!

"Li Mingyu has intercepted the ball again, beautiful!"

"This speed, this speed—the opposition can't catch him at all!"

"Two Huesca defenders have double-teamed Li Mingyu!"

"Griezmann is up; Li Mingyu should pass!"

"What? Li Mingyu didn't pass! He's chosen to force his way through!"

"Oh no, it looks like the opposition is going to use their bodies to stop Li Mingyu's advance!"

"What a pity, Li Mingyu should have passed!"

"My god, what am I seeing?"

"Li Mingyu actually forced his way right through the two defenders!"

"An alien! He's an alien!"

"Ronaldo had such brilliant moments back in the day too!"

The commentators were all clutching their heads, watching the scene on the pitch in disbelief.

The two Huesca defenders had their shoulders nearly touching, but Li Mingyu, like a Wuling God Car, squeezed right through the middle of them.

The two defenders stumbled and slid to the ground.

But in everyone's eyes, it looked as if Li Mingyu had pushed the ball forward and then simply bulldozed through the two men while dribbling.

Violent aesthetics.

This was the violent aesthetic of football!

The fans at Camp Nou felt like they were reaching a climax.

Some veteran fans couldn't help but tear up; the "alien" who once belonged to them had returned!

One Pendulum Dribble, one forced overtake—it transported everyone back to the La Liga pitches of thirty years ago, reminding them of that omnipotent alien.

This time, the goalkeeper Fernandez was extremely cautious when coming out; being faked out once wasn't shameful, but if he were faked out again, he would become a laughingstock.

Therefore, Fernandez kept his center of gravity very low, staring fixedly at the ball at Li Mingyu's feet.

But this time, Li Mingyu didn't use the Pendulum Dribble; instead, he gave the ball a gentle chip, sending it in a beautiful arc over the head of the desperate Fernandez and into the net.

Fernandez reached out helplessly, but it was to no avail; he could only kneel on the ground and watch the ball drop directly into the goal.

A figure rushed past him, picked up the ball, and left the penalty area.

Fernandez looked at Li Mingyu's back, a deep sense of fear rising in his heart.

Griezmann patted Li Mingyu's shoulder with a look of pleasant surprise and ran back with him.

"Haha, Li, you're amazing! I really thought you were going to be stopped!"

All the Barca players surrounded Li Mingyu like stars around the moon.

Messi, who had just returned to the locker room, heard the deafening applause. He glanced at the TV screen showing Li Mingyu running back with the ball and widened his eyes in shock; in the time it took him to walk from the pitch to the locker room, Barca had scored two goals to level the score.

Looking at Li Mingyu surrounded by everyone, the smile on Messi's face gradually faded, and his deep eyes seemed to carry a hint of profound meaning.

After Li Mingyu scored, the head coach Koeman also performed a passionate knee-slide, celebrating wildly.

"The head coach's miraculous substitution; the substitute scores two consecutive goals to level the score."

Koeman had already envisioned tomorrow's newspaper headlines.

Li Mingyu shook off the enthusiastic and friendly head-patting, back-slapping, and butt-kicking from his teammates, quickly placed the ball at the center circle, and stood on the halfway line, looking like a tiger ready to burst from its cage.

Li Mingyu's two goals had completely ignited the passion of Camp Nou.

Some fans had already begun to prepare for their departure, but Li Mingyu's dominant performance forced them to sit right back down in their seats, where they began to cheer frantically for the team.

The revitalized Camp Nou erupted with tremendous energy.

The Huesca players, having conceded two goals in a row to Li Mingyu, were all completely stunned.

The Huesca players looked at Li Mingyu as if they were innocent maidens staring at a big bad wolf.

This was especially true for their midfield general, Garcia, who had been dispossessed by Li Mingyu twice in a row.

Watching the high-spirited Li Mingyu, Garcia felt his legs go weak.

Ghost-like speed, elusive tackles...

Garcia stared at Li Mingyu, feeling as though he had already developed psychological trauma.

With the blast of the whistle, Li Mingyu truly surged forward like a racehorse released from the gate, sprinting with lightning speed toward the ball at the opponent's feet.

"Hey! Why is he running straight at me?"

Garcia felt a bit puzzled.

But the rest of his Huesca teammates were about to go insane.

Daydreaming on the pitch?

Although Garcia had been dispossessed twice, he was the core of the team, and after the kickoff, the ball was still meant to be played to him for organization.

Who would have thought Garcia would lose focus? When the ball was passed to him, his eyes were fixed on Li Mingyu.

By the time Garcia reacted, Li Mingyu had already stretched out a foot and snatched the ball away right in front of him.

Garcia felt all the blood in his body rush to his head, his eyes turning bloodshot.

There's a limit to how much you can bully someone!